It's time for a showdown, all the powerful officials in Beijing are my students!

An Xin saw King Cheng's face filled with tears and pain.

He patted his shoulder in a friendly manner and said sadly: "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Remember this lesson and don't spend too much. Otherwise it will be painful when you pay back the money."

"Get out!" King Cheng's mouth twitched, and he almost went into a state of epilepsy as he shouted.

An Xin saw that King Cheng was comforted by him and let go of the box he was holding on to.

He smiled at the leader of the guards and said, "For the sake of King Cheng's little heart, you should take these debts away quickly, otherwise he will regret it, and I have nothing to do with it."

The guard leader caught a glimpse of King Cheng, whose empty and confused eyes lit up when he heard what An Xin said.

With a sudden inspiration in my heart, I immediately called to the people who had brought them to carry the boxes filled with silver as far away as possible from the entrance of the palace, and then found a carriage to take them back to the palace and hand them over to the emperor.

Because he saw that the woman in front of him had already checked off the account of Prince Cheng's Mansion in the account book in her hand, indicating that the account had been returned.

If the money is lost from his hands, I'm afraid he will have to raise his head to see the emperor.

Can the leader of the guards not be anxious and take the money away from the palace?

If King Cheng stomps his feet and is cruel, and then takes back the money he just begged for, where will he cry?

……

Seeing so much money being taken away, Cheng Wang covered his heart. If it weren't for his son, he would never repay this debt, life or death.

The tearful King Cheng glanced at the crowd at the entrance of his palace and saw a few familiar figures, his eyes twinkling.

He waved to the steward next to him and whispered a few words, "Point me to the other debtors on this street." King Cheng gritted his teeth in hatred, letting you bastards see my joke.

There is a saying that happiness alone is not as good as happiness among others.

But now Cheng Wang’s idea is that instead of swallowing the bitter pill alone, it’s better to share it with others...

After giving instructions to the housekeeper, King Cheng glared at An Xin and pulled Princess Cheng, who was talking to An Xin, back to the house.

"With a debt collector like her, there's nothing to say to her. There's no need to waste your words."

An Xin smiled and didn't care.

After losing such a large sum of money, others are not allowed to complain.

"Your Majesty, please come to the palace to sit down when you have time. I also want my Kai'er to thank you for being my savior."

An Xin bowed her hands in a friendly manner to Princess Cheng, whose attitude had changed drastically, before she could speak.

Then he saw the gate of the palace slamming shut at King Cheng's command.

Curling his lips, he turned around and walked to Chi Lan, who was carrying the flag.

"Teacher, let me hold it for you."

An Xin looked at the extended hand and thought that she would continue to collect debts, so she put the box given to her by Princess Cheng into Chi Lan's hand.

"Take it, don't lose it," An Xin handed it to him solemnly, "The hope for what kind of life we ​​will live next lies in it."

Chi Lan also knew that they didn't bring much cash with them when they came out this time, and it would be a big loss to exchange the silver notes with the merchants.

He took the box and it sank in his hand. Chi Lan was also born in a wealthy family, so he knew what was inside at a glance.

"It's quite generous."

An Xin said expressionlessly: "It can only be done if you don't want to be generous. She is afraid that something might happen to her son again, so she wants to help herself."

An Xin was thinking about collecting the debt from the palace, who should he go to next.

Then he saw the butler of Prince Cheng's Mansion came forward with his back bent, and said something to An Xin in a low voice.

An Xin looked towards the other side of the street, and glanced at the housekeeper of Prince Cheng's Mansion with an unclear look. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I know, King Cheng Cheng wants to show him the way."

The steward of Prince Cheng's Mansion twitched his lips, wondering how could he not see the teasing look in An Xin's eyes at such an old age.

"Ahem," he coughed awkwardly and defended his master, "The main reason is that my prince is kind-hearted and knows that the envoy is not familiar with Beimingjing, so he gave this order to this old slave."

An Xin smiled and nodded slightly. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had received this favor from King Cheng.

Then he took Chi Lan towards another high-profile mansion on this street.

The neat and spacious street is lined with green trees on both sides, and the ground is paved with flat bluestones. The people who can live on this street are either princes or princes.

Walking in the direction pointed by the steward of Prince Cheng's Mansion, An Xin lowered his head and looked at the debt book and saw the family living at this address on this street.

My ancestors once fought with Beiming Taizu and were granted the title of marquis, but it was not a hereditary title. After several generations, this family has inherited the title of baron.

The money owed to the treasury this time is neither too much nor too little for everyone, only one hundred thousand taels.

But what's interesting is that the current head of this family is actually the Minister of Household Affairs, a third-rank official in the Northern Ming Dynasty.

Can An Xin say that he insists on committing theft?

Or the one near the water and the tower gets the moon first.

Seeing Huahua, a powerful person from other aristocratic families, borrowing money from the treasury under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Household Affairs, he was jealous and felt that if he borrowed money, he would not be able to repay it.

"What a talent."

An Xin was able to confirm that this person should have contributed to Sihan's ascension to the Beiming throne this time.

I'm afraid Si Han doesn't want people to comment that he is cold and cold, and would burn bridges when crossing rivers.

Otherwise, just because this person holds a position in the Ministry of Household Affairs and does such an unmeasured thing, Si Han would have taken action against him long ago.

Then he would give her such a high reward and ask himself to collect the debt.

Chi Lan: "Chiang Mansion."

"Well, Jiang Mansion." An Xin saw them coming through the gap, heard a thumping sound, and ran towards the house to inform the servants.

Obviously these scary people already knew that they had just come out of Prince Cheng's Mansion to pay off their debts, but they probably just didn't expect to come to their house so soon.

If King Cheng hadn't asked the steward to show him the way, he wouldn't have come to this house nearby if he had followed the records in the account book.

It can only be said that this family was unlucky. The servant they sent to inquire for information was recognized by that petty guy named King Cheng, and then he secretly tricked An Xin into coming to his house to collect debts.

An Xin, I am innocent.

"..."

For her, she had to collect debts from any house she went to. Finding this house in the first place was entirely Cheng Wang's fault and had nothing to do with her.

Looking at the rising sun, An Xin stood in the mottled shade under a big tree nearby.

Although it is autumn, the midday sun is still quite scorching.

"Teacher, the servant who stuck his head out from the crack in the door and saw us coming should have been running in to report for a long time." Chi Lan frowned, "Why hasn't anyone come out yet?!"

An Xin saw beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and pulled Chi Lan toward the tree, "Lean against the tree to rest for a while, don't worry.

When collecting debts from others, don't allow them to have a little temper. "

Chi Lan was a bit wise and glanced at the closed door, "If this house doesn't open to us, what will the teacher do?"

(End of this chapter)